The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
212 pages
Publihed 1968
Read from April 27 to April 30
Rating: ★★★★ out of 5
Cute, sweet, sometimes funny, sometimes sad, fairly delightful in most places. Am I correct in assuming The Last Unicorn
set the template for the self-aware fantasy novel, where
genre-conscious archetypes discuss the expectations and perquisites of
their respective roles? Was this the inspiration, the original fountain
for the darling whimsy of Pratchett, the predictable but satisfying
motions of Gaiman, the tedious pablum of Piers Anthony? It's a pretty
good book no matter what. And so thoroughly late '60s, midnight carnival and everything.
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